
You know that scene in The Princess Bride when Buttercup is dreaming that she's married to Humperdink, and she's dressed all pretty and walking out of the castle into the crowd, and everyone is cheering except for that one old hag who's going, "Bow to her, Princess of Garbage! BOOOOO! BOOOO! BOOOOOO!" and the camera zooms in on her face, mangled with age, and it makes you shudder? Well, that old lady was me at my TV last night, specifically during the last five minutes of this show, but really also the whole time. It sucked.
I'm basically so disgusted by it that I don't want to talk about most of it, but the important thing is that at the end, Jordin and Chris were left waiting to see who would go home. And everyone is dressed in these bright white suits, like Morgan Freeman as "God" in Bruce Almighty or a lesbian at her commitment ceremony or something. And I'm pissed off, not just because I like both of them, but because really, how could Jordin possibly be in the bottom two? That's bullshit right there. Anyway, Seacrest tells them that they're both safe, because why would they send someone home during a show about charity and being good people? Geez, I dunno, because that's what happens on this program? Maybe? Everyone is happy forever until he announces that two people will get the ax next week, and then they're just happy for a little while.
Oh, American Idol, what trickery will you dream up next? On the plus side, they resurrected Elvis to perform tonight, which means that this has been the single most important musical event in the past, like, 45 years. Good for them.
by Katie Marino at University of Pittsburgh
by Jake Hurwitz at Hunter College
by Jim Dunson
Somebody makes Cookie Monster's cookies more... special.
Your favorite classic games get renamed.
This is pretty funny whether you believe in God or not.
The classic movies in your Netflix queue that you never actually watch are sick and tired of your neglect.
Take the red pill. Get the blue screen.
One click, and this video magically plays and you magically laugh at it.
If they're going to serve gross food, they might as well pay you to eat there.
If the song was any longer they'd have to get the wireless bicycle controller.
Next time get out of the way.